In a Land

I awoke in a land which was not my own ,in a world that could not be . In a field of tangerine I sprang from a dream world that was more believable than the one were I lay. I was in a grove of lemon colored barked trees with aqua leaves. The grass was a bright orange ,that I loved ,and the dirt was an ugly olive drab , that I didn't. The mountains in the distance that surrounded me were crimson. And strangest of all was the violet sky with its two suns , one of silver and one of indigo. I awoke yet again in a world that was mine. And as I fell back into slumber a sense of peace came upon me as I gazed at the ebony moon and the stunningly milky night sky.